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Infinite

Oh yeah, this is Eminem babyBack up in that motherfucking assOne time for your mother fucking mindWe represent the 313You know what I'm saying?, 'cause they don't know shit about thisFor the 9-6

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reactionTo get your brain relaxing, a zany acting maniac in actionA brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attractionYou look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks runMy rhyming skills got you climbing hillsI travel through your mind into your spine like siren drillsI'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectantsTwist the necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnectsWe disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system upTwist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smogThis is the season for noise pollution contaminationExamination of more cartoons than animationMy lamination of narrationHit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogationWhen I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazingI turn the stage into a barren wastelandI'm infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent from itI went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instrumentsNow I'm trying to repent from itBut when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at itI'm infinite

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defenseI got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and two feet to rinseI greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fansI foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pansMy coil hands around this microphone are lethalOne thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of peopleMC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemoniumBattle a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely oneImitator, intimidator, stimulator, simulator of data, eliminatorThere's never been a greater since the burial of JesusFuck around and catch all of the venereal diseasesMy thesis will smash a stereo to piecesMy accapella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesisAnd eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentallyWith entity, dementedly meant to be infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent from itI went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instrumentsNow I'm trying to repent from itBut when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at itI'm infinite

Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever sinceMy residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-OSo I'm assuming all responsibility'Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC'sMic messaler, slamming like a wrestlerHere to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzlerNo one is specialer, My skill is intergalacticalI get cynical act a fool then I send a crew back to schoolI never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practicalI'd rather let a tactical, tact full track tickle your fancyIn fact I can't see, or can't imagineA man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchingSo this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jamPlus the man who never had a plan BBe all you can be, 'cause once you make an instant hitI'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commitI'm infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent from itI went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instrumentsNow I'm trying to repent from itBut when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it.I'm infiniteYou heard of hell well I was sent from itI went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instrumentsNow I'm trying to repent from itBut when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it.I'm infinite